Sun Mote Copse [NaWOWriMo] so come sit down, will you talk with me now

elfie was clearly confounded by her whimsical response, but weejay did not stop to enlighten him. no, she kept on smelling the roses, as that english saying goes -- only it wasn't just roses. it was every kind of flower known to wolf (and mankind).

flowers she had never seen before, vines no wolf in the teekon had laid eyes on -- even rows of fruitbearing brush crowded behind her, their leaves chattering as they rose from the ground abruptly.

the further weejay walked, the more tangled the garden became -- the longer she stood, the taller the sprouts grew.. and eventually, weejay was forced to stop -- the undergrowth was crowded, but one plant stood out in particular. the girl's eyes widened as she saw it unfurl from the ground. its stem was a sickly green that transformed into a virulent neon green -- a color she would later associate with negativity and venom. the stalk grew taller as became brighter colored.

two offshoots began to grow on the stem, and eventually they widened out in a concave shell of sorts. spines to split from their curled lips, until eventually the plant became monstrously sized and its stalk began to bend under the weight of the bloom's head. to weejay, the "flower" at the tip of the stem looked more mouth than bulb -- and she did not know it, but this was a rare and massive venus fly trap which just happened to sprout before them like a tiny giant.